Marche aux Puces de Saint-Ouen

Kerstin and I wandered around the flea market taking pictures and talking to all the vendors. It's like a small city of curiosities within a much larger one - the sellers, like dog owners - often matching their carefully presented stalls. It was fascinating and a complete feast for the eyes. It's probably just as well that I didn't have a van tucked away with me because it would have been returning home absolutely jam packed. The sun shined, we sat outside a small cafe and watched parisian life go by before returning home, baguettes tucked under our arms, along with some saucisson, cheese and a bottle of red...